Symbolism is a funny thing, isn't it?

Finding inference and meaning in the things that we see.

And I'm a nerd, I love it.

I love finding all those little references in the things that I watch and the media I consume.

Now, as you may know, at the Summer Olympic Games this year, part of the opening ceremony was a tableau, a feast or meal, depicting people

of many different creeds and colours, centred around, I believe, a drag queen or transgendered

person, hallowed, and in the foreground, a near naked man in blue, wreathed only in a few bunches of grapes.

Christians immediately jumped on this, saying that it was blasphemous and that they were draping

the satanic and the degenerate on the classic imagery of Da Vinci's depiction of The Last Supper. Now we have to be

careful when we interpret things, that our biases do not overly color our interpretations. And later,

it was clarified by the organizers that it was actually a reference to a Jeanne de Biele painting

called Feast of the

gods, depicting the Roman god Bacchus, or if you prefer the original Greek Dionysus, God of wine,

merriment and madness. And I don't know how about you, but I don't remember a half-naked

blue bloke photo bombing that picture of the most auspicious of evening meals,

depicting people that probably looked the way that they did, doing something that we can't prove actually happened.

So to me, this is just another example of the reactionary persecution complex of Christian fundamentalists.

It highlights their need to have these sacred things that cannot be countenanced, and the

hypocrisy of calling atheist degenerate and drag queens satanic while claiming offence themselves.

And so what if it was the Last Supper drag race edition?

Why should we hold these things so sacred? Why can't we make fun?

It may not have happened at all. It certainly didn't look that way if it did.

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